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Why Me?
by Julia
Why is it that I hate being in my own shoes?
I wish that this never happened to me.
Why did I get started?
Why did I never care about these things before?
Life was so much easier then.
I had less worries, Less troubles.
Now, I feel out of control
By a horrible destructive existence.
Why me?
I hate it, yet I love it,
And I can not see my life without it.
But I want out so bad.
I wish it was much easier done than said.
The feelings do not go away.
The hatred will always be there.
All I feel like doing is screaming HELP!
HELP ME!!!
Get me out of this life!
Get these shoes off of me.
Help me live a better life!
I want to be Happy........
It always seems like I am wearing a mask,
Putting on a happy face to everyone.
Yet, underneath it all I am constantly crying.
Crying of a life I do not want to be living.
Crying because all of my power was stolen.
And I can not do the things that i used to do anymore.
Did I do something wrong?
If so, I am sorry.
Do I really deserve this?
This life of HELL?
This life that I do not want to be living?
I wish one day I could be normal,
No worries and free to be happy.
And that the mask would be taken off.......
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